I’m honored to be a guest contributor at Family Life. You can find an excerpt below and click the link to read the full article.

Throughout my childhood and early adulthood, I counted on my dad to be my rock. He was a pastor who consistently studied the Bible, introduced me to Jesus, fueled my desire to serve the Lord, and imparted unto me a love for the Scriptures. I was secure in his love and care.

But in my thirties, my relationship with my dad shifted. After decades of suffering with chronic illness, the medication that was meant to help him turned into an addiction. My father’s drug abuse changed him––and it also shifted something inside of me, as his behavior produced a distance that caused me to question his goodness. It also brought a question to the surface of my heart: Is God a good father to me?

It was difficult to admit, but because it seemed….